Words Are My Only Gift

I am a poet

Words

are the only gift you can have.

Wrapped in nature’s image.

So…

Let me build a world for you of words

Let me build a house first

Trust

That I have in human dignity

 will make its foundation

Love

That I have for you eyes

will make its cement

Moments

We share in intimacy

Will be its bricks

Sky

That is like your palms

 will make its roof

Stars,

Which twinkle like you chuckle,

 its bulbs

Curtains…well

Let me think of that

How about flowing waters of Jehlum

And the furniture,

Yes I got that too,

Will be made of your bosom

And, kitchen, my love,

The kitchen I will gift you with honey

Doors will be…

No we won’t need doors, my love!

Gulmarg

will be our window

Fragrance

Will be our garden

And when I will show you our house

Will you agree if I ask you

“Would you like to love me

in this house forever”

Smile

is the answer

I will be looking for, my love.